User blog comment:Corbus/A Game Of Fate/@comment-4677325-20121107021351/@comment-25220117-20121107142719

''Watching the strange otter warily, Zager stood amongst the snowy field, trying to control the cold shivers going up and down his lean body. The fox's eyes soon found the wooden box, and set his blue eyes fixedly upon it, eager to get to it but untrustworthy of the strange land between him and the box. Stretching his bony paws, he flexed his claws, feigning disinterest. Let some other beast risk his life before him. The box wasnt going anywhere.''